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FB3X Drabble Cascade #23 - Tree

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Title: Family Tree (PG, m/m )
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Tree
Every child has to do at least one of these in their school career. If you don't have this information on hand now, start constructing it. You'll need it in the future if you're going to have kids.



School projects, and he’d thought that he was free of them ten years ago but looking down at the soft brown curls of his sister’s child he’d fallen prey to eyes as cunningly innocent a blue as Bran’s. Bran’s eyes that this morning had looked up at him from between his legs with the same blue, twinkling at awaking him in such a pleasant manner before taking him inside his mouth again. He loved the man.

So he patiently spelled out the names for little Aggie’s project and constructed answers about why Daddy was married to him and not Mommy.

Date: 2013-08-13 05:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thwax.livejournal.com
I like your angle on trees, in more ways than one :)

BTW - still trying to add to the listly list, but listly is not playing ball at the moment.

Date: 2013-08-14 04:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
Technology. Isn't it a wonderful thing. Love/ hate relationship. Love it when it works.

Just before you made tree the prompt, I did a horror kind of story involving trees, Copse of Corpses. Tree is still locked into that in my mind. *shudders*
This kind of tree worked after that.
*smiles* Thank You.

Date: 2013-08-14 07:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thwax.livejournal.com
I've just watched Evil Dead, the original, and the remake plus Evil Dead II, all within the space of a week, so, yeah, horror and trees also goes hand in hand for me at the moment. I'm still musing on my 'tree' fic for this week...

Date: 2013-08-14 08:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
*blinks* Raped by the trees?
Read the synopsis available online. Guess I don't want to watch them. Rendition of 'The Lorax' by Dr. Seus is more my kind of movie for now.

Came up with 'Ruing Past Decisions'.

We need a fluffy tree fic. Think fluffy.
I'd take a memorial tree even.
Whomping Willow from the willow's grumpy POV?
Tree as home.
Elves... think elves.

Date: 2013-08-14 08:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thwax.livejournal.com
I think I will aim for fluffy, since, yeah, tree rape is not the nicest of scenes. I do have a male oak dryad in my back pocket from a few weeks ago, so I might reintroduce him :)

Date: 2013-08-13 06:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mee-eep.livejournal.com
I like the tree link.

So his sister had baby for them? though it sounds like she lives with the sister?

One thing, and it's likely just me, but seeing his nieces eyes made him think of a blow job!

Date: 2013-08-14 04:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
Yes, sister had a baby for them. Niece inherited her father's eyes and he's wound around both their fingers as they say. He's vulnerable to the machinations of those eyes, with his niece it is those school projects that the other 2 parents told her to go ask your other Dad.

Date: 2013-08-14 08:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mee-eep.livejournal.com
'...but muumy said for me to ask you daddy'
'*cough* I'm sure she meant your other dad love, look there he is now'
'Daddy whats a blow-job? mummy and dad don't know, they said you would'
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
"Let's see," Simon glared at Bran,
"when two Daddys love each other very much," '(or just want to get it on),' "they want to make each other feel very good. One of the ways is by using their mouth and kissing each other."

"Kissing? Okay." She ran off, probably to share her knowledge.

"Way to go," Bran said. "You now get to explain to her how being kissed good night isn't going to get her pregnant when that topic arises."

"Oh, I think we should leave that tidbit for Melanie, don't you think?"

The phone call came in at midnight. Melanie wasn't his sibling for nothing. Seems there'd been the requisite permission slip for Agatha's participation in watching the Sex Ed. movie at school. There was a box to be ticked if a parent would attend. She'd put Simon down as that parent.

"Show's at 10 am tomorrow. Be there," had been transported menacingly through the phone. "By the way, there's a Q and A afterwards."

Edited Date: 2013-08-14 08:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mee-eep.livejournal.com
'Oh me, me, please miss; If this 'making love' is how babies are made, and it's mummies not daddies that have babies, why do my daddies make love all the time?'

'my daddy says when daddies love each other very much they use their mouthes for kissing stuff - that's what a blow job is. What do mummies do when they love each other very much? Because my mummy kisses me goodnight, I love her very much and she loves me very much, but she says that's not a blow job'
Edited Date: 2013-08-14 11:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
Simon put his hand over his face and felt his ears as well as the rest of his face turn red. He could feel the school nurse glaring at him, there was the distinct 'what have you been telling this child' feeling.

With a long put upon sigh, "They kiss too but what you're talking about is done between males, adult males," the last part was stressed. "When mummies love each other in an adult way, they kiss also." There was a smile in her voice, "Kissing is important no matter what age. The difference is where the kissing is done, what part of the body. It happens in what we've already discussed as the 'bad touch areas'. As an adult, touching or kissing those areas isn't necessarily bad unless it's something that one of the adults doesn't want." There was a drawn in breath, "I see that it is almost time for lunch. If there are any more questions, you know where to find me. Please return to your classes now."

There was chattering and the rustle of many small bodies in the room. Simon remained in his chair, he knew he was going to be asked to stay after class.

"Your sister threw you into this because you flubbed the answering a difficult question thing, didn't she? Let me guess, male oral sex."

Mrs. Anderson had been a school nurse since before his his early formative years. Simon's eyes studied the carpeting by his feet finding it very interesting and nodded.

"I've some books that I can suggest which are available in the public library. You might find them helpful or you could just buy one or two of them and leave them on the coffee table for Agatha to discover and do her own reading." There was a small laugh, "sometimes that works better for both the parent and the child."

"Thank you," Simon said sotto voce to his shoes.

Again there was one of those short laughs and a hand patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry. This too you shall survive. Any questions and I can be here for you too." With another comforting pat, Mrs. Anderson left Simon to recover his composure and continue with her work day.


Edited Date: 2013-08-14 08:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mee-eep.livejournal.com
'Mummy, Nurse Anderson made daddy stay behind after class!
We learnt about girl bits and boy bits, and how they should never touch until we're both adults and then it's okay. But mummy, daddy and daddy both have boy bits, they don't have a va-jyn-a, where do their boy bits go?'
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
Grinning down at her daughter, "Did she now." Melanie's grin got bigger and she snickered. "I have an idea where the boy bits go but what do I tell you about where the best place to go for answers is?" She nodded, "Daddy Simon and Daddy B know much more about that than I do. You should ask them."
From: [identity profile] mee-eep.livejournal.com
'Daddy Simon?'

Simon looked up from kissing his hubby, sending his sister an evil look.

'I got to go check something love, ask your daddy B. Daddy B gives some great answers'

Daddy B, swotted daddy Simon on the arse muttering 'later' after a talk with Nurse Anderson his hubby had vowed never to have sex again and well, Bran had somethings to say about that!

'Daddy B, when boys get kissy with boys, where do their boy bits go?'

Melanie stood in the kitchen a picture of innocent curosity, he was so going to get her back for this.
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
Carefully Bran approached the question. "What did they tell you about where boy," he coughed, "bits go with girls?"

Aggie crunched her little brow thinking, "they didn't really tell us. Where do they put them?" She looked up hopefully at Daddy B.

Bran grinned in triumph, "Well I don't want to get the answer to that wrong and as with any movie," he voice deepened, "you'll just have to wait for the sequel." He tickled a small set of ribs with resulting squealing giggles.

"Bad touch! Bad touch!" she cried and the tickling stopped immediately.

"Kiss?" was asked of her and with a little pleased nod she said, "yes, kiss."

"Love you my Aggie Pumpkin."

"Love you too Daddy B and Mommy and Daddy Simon, who slunk off like a skunk just like Mommy said he would."

Bran nodded holding in his laughter, "Don't worry. I'll talk to him about that later, maybe even warm his caboose."

"What's a caboose?"
From: [identity profile] mee-eep.livejournal.com
LOL Love this, love you, wish to damnit I could think of another plunny to send you!
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
Grins triumphantly like Bran. This was fun and love you too.
Caboose. You know what a caboose is!?! Somethings, euphemisms, do cross cultural lines.
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
*snickers* Yes you are right... sort of. Caboose is the often little red train carriage at the end of the train (think it was where engineers etc were able to cook food and rest on long hauls). Seeing it meant that the long line of train carriages keeping you from crossing the train tracks was over.
The caboose brings up the rear. Which probably where the euphemism comes from. So Bran has a perfectly G-rated answer to Aggie's question.
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
Oh Daddy Simon has a train used for special occasions like birthday parties but normally its tracks run around under the Christmas tree.
Having a train under the Christmas tree was iconic.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXLWLSNMZ6U

Dare you to show this one to Mr. Meep. Having a train under the Christmas tree was iconic.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JY85iHy4Gqo
Edited Date: 2013-08-19 03:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mee-eep.livejournal.com
NO he mentioned converting the attic once - O.o - no.

LOL Ratbag would sit smirking and the tracks would need to re-arrange themselves!
From: [identity profile] mee-eep.livejournal.com
*distainful look* the world rearranges itself for the approval of cats, it is how things should be.

R.

...untrainned human *artful shudder*
From: [identity profile] mee-eep.livejournal.com
'So when daddies and mummies live together, do they do blow jobs? Isn't kissing down there icky? I'm never going to do it!'
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
Melanie looked down at her daughter and smiled. "You're a child right now and that works but you may find that you will feel different about that later as an adult... or not." She patted her daughter before gathering her into a quick hug, "Whatever you're comfortable with when that happens is alright with me and will be alright with your daddies too. We love you and want you to be happy. Now do you want to go out to McDonalds or order in pizza?"
From: [identity profile] mee-eep.livejournal.com
Clever Melanie nice answer and change of subject.

Clever Charis sidestepping the rosy lipped plunny.

You know I'm not sure if deflecting questions to daddy S is child-abuse or daddy/brother-abuse. I see him agonising over those books and gods help when she starts talking about a boy/girl friend LOL

Love these, anymore you want to write...:D
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
Oh this is definitely daddy/brother-abuse as well as pushing difficult questions by little person onto someone else who also has a vested interest in that little person not being scarred for life.

Only once have I gotten, that I know of, one of these questions wrong (if I was) but I was the one who had to explain and I've a female body.
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
Ah but with cats there's biting and then slapping of the Tom afterwards in many cases if not just running away. Those barbs hurt and are intended to as it causes ovulation.

For dogs it's much more pleasant except then you've got to explain their being stuck together for a while until the knot goes down.

Gerbils it's just hop on her and do a jig and she doesn't mind at all.
Human male bodies, I have only a vague working knowledge of.
Edited Date: 2013-08-14 10:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mee-eep.livejournal.com
Ah see but as the human slave of the furry=kind you don't have to give them those talks ;)

pup is not speaking to me, and is busy trying to fart away the smell of teatree doggy shampoo *snicker* *fanning*

well you do a good job of writing about them ;) :x
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
See it's puppy warfare strategy. Providing an unpleasant to human noses smell will often result in the great outdoors being offered, where there are more appropriate for doggie noses smells to roll in.

No with furry-kind there is the looks, glares,and whimpering of betrayal and fear when you take them to the vet so you don't have to give them that talk. And then you get them home after and they hurt which is a whole other emotional roller coaster of making it up to them and assurance that you weren't trying to get rid of them.
From: [identity profile] mee-eep.livejournal.com
Yes we went to the field - she gave me one look then deliberately rolled over in cut grass, luxuriating, tongue lolling in doggy bliss.

Oh the whines, snarls, fear, hate when we tried the ever so painful 'spot-on' for fleas - oh how easily monster was distracted by food and completely missed it's application.

Bribed the furry head-rest aka cat too, worked a charm, poor critter peed himself in fear last time and we felt awful - not to mention the stench! this time there was chicken - I believe there were purrs.
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
Humans can be so cruel. Wanting to protect their beloved rulers from the fleas that are so cherished and nurtured.

I advise the use of ground beef or what we call cold cuts (thin sliced meat for sandwiches) around pills when it comes to worming. Cats are smarter and aren't so plebeian as to gulp their food/treats without chewing them so this doesn't work for them. Cat teeth are very sharp even when they aren't meant to actually maim their slaves.
From: [identity profile] mee-eep.livejournal.com
chicken pieces are the treat of choice here - they both appear from nowhere and assure you their more deserving than the other.

Date: 2013-08-14 08:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
Gerbils are wonderful things and we had a male and a female because my parents didn't think that one through.

My sister after watching asked my mother, "But why does she let him do that to her?"

I've forgotten the answer.

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